I want to vent too! I wanna feel the rage through me and blast into action. I wanna show it like others too. They screamed at my face and I felt this boil of anger in me to do the same yet I've never chose to. Guess my ability to control the emotions is better than an adult though I have no reason to be. I wonder why do I have to surpress it all down to the bottom of my feet while they burst above their head. I always try to bring it down by staying silent and distracting my mind onto doing some tasks. I try so hard to calm myself in an instant when I don't actually have to, indeed, I can be all mad about it for a period of time, there's no such rule I'm not allowed to feel what I feel thoroughly. Neither do I have to bottle them up nor invalidate how I actually felt. Whatever I'm experiencing that shapes into emotions is totally valid and it's fine to feel every inch of them whether it's joy or grief.
I no longer wanna be someone else's punching bag, I don't want to change madness into sobs with nails digging to my skin like a damn chemical reaction! Instead, let me go crazy a little, I need my balance too.... Or I might actually have to turn myself up at the waiting hall to meet a psychiatrist to treat this maniac in my head.
"I distracted myself reading a book but now all the words are unreadable caused by the melted glacier that glasses my vision and stained the rain forest scented page, now my little tears became apart of the art within the lines in book."
A/N: be glad of the patience honestly:)
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Spill Me
Fiksi RemajaSpill me, a place where I scribble random thoughts. A place where you can relate, find comfort and simply enjoy the roller coaster of emotions. The chapters are not connected unless mentioned there, each chapter is just random drafts, filled with em...
